Other people absorb their twin in the womb. Not me, though. I absorbed him in the headspace. I made sure to maximize my profit through twin collection.
When ur working up the courage to go outside despite your skin being picked raw, trying to put on a good face, then mother comes and hits you with the "you look like you have smallpox" 💀💀💀
Having chronic not-feel-good (illness, fatigue, pain) while also having severe memory issues is so funny because I'll literally be like "I've been in pain all my life. I have no purpose but pain. I was cursed with a lifetime of suffering"
and 20 minutes later when the advil kicks in I'll spend 3 hours making a from-scratch sheet cake until midnight thinking "I am a successful and all-powerful being. Pain? I know no pain. I'm a flawless lifeform"
Then I'll wander aimlessly around the house and think foolishly, "why the fuck does it smell like cake in here. I could never bake. I'm full of pain"
People use the phrase "rent-lowering gunshots" all the time, but I just heard yet another gunshot, which happens in our neighborhood about once every two weeks, and my rent is still through the goddamn roof. The fuck.
Okay folks, the last one lost traction and it's April now anyway. So yeah, it's time for my newest, updated plea for help. (I'm not happy about it any more than you are, I promise.)
the spiel:
Hi, I'm a disabled qpoc and I have too many damn bills for how little work I can do, and how little money that brings in.
My attempts to be a professional adult are my print store and patreon.
all the necessities and accessories i can't afford no matter how much i stare at them are over here
the household wishlist includes some groceries, accessibility items, and a myriad of other products we haven't been able to acquire.
now. the bills. my eternal nemesis. and i don't mean that in a sexy-sort-of-pin-me-to-the-wall-way but in the "i wish i could hunt certain political positions for sport" kind of way but, alas, here we are.
I'm $280 short on paying the last of March's bills, and April's bills have come out to a whopping $1K.
(we are sharing a commiserating look, right now, you and I. Yes, you understand why I desire a hunting license. We are nodding our heads together in quiet resignation.)
In all honesty, I haven't been doing well. (I doubt anyone noticed; I'm very stoic and closed off from other people, you see) so if you can, and only if you can, any & all help is amazing:
chets whole family disappeared and all they left were toys and hes a toymaker and hes scared that when toys become obsolete no one will need him and hes scared that everyone is gonna leave him and im in fujcking tears and chad